Kitkatlovr

[angels-at-odd-hours]

The ghostly need to claw ur boyfriend when hes being too cute to handle

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I'm so sorry, I am a sucker for crossovers with my favs-

HAVING SAID THAT- There's an account here in tumblr that write some of the best Dead Brain that I never encounter. If i could remember their @... Anyway this is also for someone that make me a meme with one of my drawings and I discovered that they also like DCxDP so yeah, that's it

Also, smug Danny + "Done with this mf" Tim = *Happy noises*

[zz1nk]

trips and spills my danny phantom all over you

[angels-at-odd-hours]

Facinating...

[nightingale-prompts]

Aggressive Mimicry- Deadtired DCx DP prompt

Warning: Blood, sexual innuendo, (look up waht Aggressive Mimicry means)

"Please..." He continued to beg. "Please."

The creature crawled closer in his bloodied knees—scraping along the filthy linoleum floors.

His grin was sickening soft—sweet—like the kind you see at the end of a rom‐com when the leads forget about the rest of the world whoever they fucked over to get there. It contrasted with blood dripping down his chin. His perfect white teeth were stained with his blood as he sighed so lovingly.

"Please, take it." He pleaded as he held out the heart—his heart out like it was a ring.

Tim had watched him as he cut open his abdomen like he was a rag doll pulling out his stuffing. His blackened blooded spilled out like ink on the once pristine lab floor.

This thing that Tim had been chasing was an anomaly. He was perfect. It's pale marble like skin didn't even have a scar or scratch—or pores or hair. His eyes were hauntingly beautiful—glowing like cat's at night. All that and his body was cold. Tim had figured he was a vampire but no... he was far worse.

He wasn't human and Tim needed to study him. Kept him safe here. The thing looked at him like he was food and on occasionally Tim gave him a taste of blood just to see how he responded.

Tim thought that he could tame this thing. Perhaps he was fooled by just how human he looked he even doubted what he was told—these ghosts weren't human.

Yet, Tim pushed his luck. Testing just how beastly his pet was.

He couldn't control his racing heart as he shoved his fingers down the creature's throat—past his fangs and against his soft cool tongue. Baring him to bite like a tamer placing his head between a lion's jaws.

And the creature? The greedy little thing took it—running his long wet tongue against the digits. His eyes were soft and pleading as acidic green drool dripped down his chin and pooled down his chest.

When Tim pulled out the string of saliva that connected them broke. The ghosts hooded eyes begged him do it again so he could taste the salt of his skin and feel the beating of the the blood flowing in his veins again.

Tim told himself that he was doing this for a good cause and he wasn't going the kill the ghost like those other groups would. This was the comprise he was making.

This is so fucked. The longer it went on the more the battle lines were drown. Is he loosened the rules and restraints the more Phantom proved why he should have kept them on.

He tested evey boundary. He'd bite and scratch. Keep Tim in his grasp until Tim had no choice just to lock him back into his shackles.

The ghost talked. More of it was intelligible noises but the more Tim listened the more it sounded like words. The words all followed the same vein: "Come back in here. I know your are listening. I need you."

The begging. The constant begging and pleading turned into demands.

"You can't do this to me. I know you want this too."

Then they turned into whimpering apologies.

"I didn't mean it. Please. I miss you. I'll be good. I promise I'll be good for you."

Tim remained strong—at first.

He started giving in and letting the beast get his way. Letting Phantom cling onto him only to feel the beast's teeth again and adoringly lick the wound.

The moment Tim discovered the human form of his "pet", Tim decided to see if he could make it act like one. Tim knew it was possible but everytime he tired Phantom backtracked more. The more he kept Tim back in the lab. He only encourage more experiments.

That's how they got here. Where Phantom acted more out of sorts then usual.

"Please, Tim. Accept my version of love. Take my heart." He pleaded so achingly soft—like every word pained him.

"Things have gotten so fucked." Tim thought.

Then a thought occurred.

"When was the last time I actually tried to restrain him? And when was the last time I saw those shackles?"

The more he focused on that hazy thought the more he realized he had gaps in his memory. Like, his brain couldn't have skipped all those small moments in his routine not by automaticity but by intent. That someone was messing with his head.

As the thought ran its course Tim looked into Phantom's eyes. Those once wet sad eyes were filled with mirth.

"Ah, so this wasn't a cage for a bird but a den of a monster."

[danis-artss]

Sam outfit design ? Finally done :>

[apatheticsunday]

Cartoons and Cereal (pt. 2)

AKA "Dick Grayson adopts recently de-aged Danny Nightingale. Danny may not be entirely human but Dick (and the Batfam) adore him regardless." Prompt idea! With a gracious serving of soft grandpa Bruce :)

Part 1

Dick expected... a lot... when introducing Danny to his family. Everything from disapproving grunts, lectures on how he's unfit to be a parent, overwhelming conversations about plans for the future, maybe berating him on how he's gone about the legal process for adopting Danny. What he didn't expect was the way Bruce absolutely melts at the sight of his first grandson.

Danny's wormed his way between Dick's shoulder and neck, tucked his arms and legs in, and effectively turned himself into a little crab. (Pinchers included, from the way his little fists are twisting Dick's shirt and unintentionally catching a bit of skin. Dick hides his grimaces. It's better than the week Danny bit any bare skin Dick showed; he had to wear long-sleeve shirts and sweats during one of the hottest summer months in Gotham until he could bribe train Danny out of it.)

"Hello," Bruce says. His voice is so soft, so gentle, that it momentarily shocks Dick into silence. He's heard Batman speak like this to victims and children in the past, has even heard it himself as Robin when he'd taken a particularly brutal beatdown by goons. But never has Bruce spoken so... kindly. The angry-unhealed-traumatized part of Dick wants to grab Bruce by the shoulders and shake him, screaming, quit being so nice and show them how crazy you are.

But Danny, his baby, peeks out from Dick's shoulder and grunts out grumpy little, "Hi."

Predictably, Dick melts, too. What can he say? Danny has that affect on people. Dick can't help but laugh and bounce Danny a bit, jostling him out of his little crab shell. "Danny, do you know who this is? This is Grandpa. Do you wanna talk to Grandpa?" Dick asks. (For a moment, he catches the winded expression on Bruce's face - like he's had an unexpected gut-punch, enough to disrupt the usually stoic, calm expression on his aged face. And for that moment, Dick sees Bruce not as a mentor, not as Batman, but the man who raised him meeting their first grandchild. God, Bruce absolutely sucks sometimes, but Dick loves him so much.)

Dick's throat is a little too choked up, eyes and nose stinging a bit, to say anything more.

"...Hi." Danny grunts again. Bruce's eyes crinkle as his lips twitch into a soft, slight smile.

"Hello, Danny. I've heard a lot about you, but it's a pleasure to meet you. Do you like cheese pizza?"

Predictably, Danny perks up at the mention of cheese pizza. He nods his head and yanks at Dick's shirt as if to Ratatouille him to the kitchen; Dick quietly reminds him to use his words. It takes a few moments of Bruce gently prompting his kid, but Danny eventually becomes comfortable enough to chatter like a lunatic about his favorite cheeses (all of them) and what they taste like (cheesy).

Surprisingly, dinner is just the three of them and Alfred.

"You didn't tell them you invited us over for dinner, did you?" Dick guesses. He's half-way out of his chair and trying to coax Danny out of eating four child-sized squares of pizza at once. Bruce spent majority of the time so far watching Dick and Danny interact with something... almost melancholy in his expression.

"I hadn't wanted to overwhelm you both. Damian is spending the night at Jon's house and Cass is with Stephanie tonight, so the manor is rather quiet. I've been... it's been awhile since a child has been in the manor, it's a welcome experience." Bruce says, quickly adding on, "You and Danny are always welcome here, chum. It's your home, too."

"Thanks, B." Dick swallows down the emotions threatening to resurface and refocuses on Danny, hastily saving his water cup from tumbling over. The rest of the dinner goes by relatively easily - Danny taking up much of the quiet by regaling Bruce with all his stuffed animals' names, fun facts about space, and talking about his favorite places. (Dick definitely does not get teary-eyed when Danny says his dinky little apartment in Bludhaven is his "best favorite".)

By the time dinner and dessert is over, Danny is half-slung over Dick's shoulder, succumbing to his well-earned sugar crash. Bruce escorts them to the front door before clasping a firm yet gentle hand on Dick's other shoulder (not occupied by a drooling toddler).

"I know I haven't been... I've made mistakes in the past." Bruce pauses and his jaw flexes slightly as if holding himself back from saying more. (Dick deliberately doesn't think about how this is probably as close to an apology Bruce will ever give. Deliberately doesn't think about the fact that he willingly clings to it with two hands, all too eager to forgive. He loves it. He hates it.) Bruce's hand tightens momentarily before he continues, "You're good with him. I'm glad he has you, chum. If you ever need me, need to come home, I'll be here."

The drive back to Bludhaven is quiet with only the sound of Danny snoring in the backseat, wrapped up in his star-filled blanket. Home. Dick's gathering Danny up in his arms, unlocks his apartment, and gets Danny situated in bed (after about 35 minutes of Danny turning into dead weight in protest of brushing his teeth). Danny's in pj's and knocked out faster than Killer Croc tranq'ed with ketamine. Dick turns off his little rocket ship lamp from Target and turns on the starry nightlight, looking over the spare bedroom changed into a kid's room.

Bruce's words echo in his head but he's sure now that home isn't the manor, isn't dark hallways or a bright screen illuminating the Batcave. Home is the subtle rise and fall of Danny's chest, the soft hum of the fridge, and starry nightlights plugged into every unused electrical outlet. Home is wherever his kid is.

[lazykudla]

Today something easy and small ... small like lil Danny 🤍💚

[chubby-p1nk]

Dead Tired? AGAIN?- Y'all are gonna suffer even more with them, I can't hel it guys, I'mma sucker for this two Q Q

But btw! This is a comic totally based on a scene of Please put your shoe in my mouth and take mine out!! It's directed to the exact chapter, but pls omg, go read the fic of my friend, Rune did an amazing job with it and I hope to see more of her talent!!! It's so fucking funny, I LOVE IIIIT.

[papayafromtv]

conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 7

Dick: oh yeah i see you guys, hold on coming in hot-

*grunt*

Dick: hey, who are we waiting for?

Damian: Hood is working on the other side of Gotham tonight, but we're still supposed to wait for father while he talks to Catwoman

Dick: *a groan* god, he always takes forever when he's talking to her, and i'm already bored!

Tim: yeah we've been waiting for twenty minutes.

Jasons, whispering: sucks to suck for you guys- oh SHIT-

*distant gunshots*

Dick, casual: did you just give away your position to insult us Jay?

Jason, strained: *gunshot* NO,

*more gunshots, a yelp*

*silence*

Dick: anyway i'm still bored.

Tim: wanna play a game me and Damian made up?

Dick: you two made up a game?

Tim: yeah after Damian messed up and accidentally revealed he was fun on the main line.

Damian: i don't know what you're talking about, i've never had fun in my life.

Tim: -we're calling it 'league days: yay or nay?'

Dick, amused: ok, what are the rules.

Tim: ok, so, the aim of the game is to find out stuff from Damian's league days, because he got up to a lot of insane shit over there. he wrote down any interesting experiences he could remember onto a bunch of cards and then got Jason to digitalize them into a randomizer,

Tim: and then we got Jason to come up with a bunch of fake experiences and mix them in with the real ones. Damian doesn't know what the fake ones are so he has no way to come up with stories beforehand. the rules are Damian has to use the app Jason made to shuffle a random card, read it out loud to us, and then we have to guess if it's real or fake. we can ask him questions about what the card says and he has to answer, and then we have to figure out if he's bullshitting or not.

Tim: Jason isn't allowed to play because obviously he was there for like, 90% of the truths.

Jason: but i am allowed to listen and laugh! fuck you guys by the way, i almost died and nobody checked up on me.

Damian: sucks to suck, Todd. are you playing, Grayson?

Dick, giggling: holy shit, yes, i'm in. read a card.

Damian: ok, hold on.

*a beat*

Damian: oh- *a strangled sigh*

Tim: you have to read it out loud!

Damian: i am!

Damian: 'when i was a child, Todd introduced me to pokemon games, and then convinced me that pokemon were real by painting a snail and telling me it was a very small magcargo. years later, this lie was then used to convince me that i should move to Gotham.'

Jason: *bursts out wheezing* OH MY GOD-

*continuous cackles*

Damian: we may have to mute him.

*more distant laughter*

Tim: please god, let this be true.

Dick, smothering giggles: and- oh my god- and we get to ask questions?

Damian, resigned: ask away.

Tim: so- hmm.

Dick: *wheeze*

Tim: the reason you came to Gotham...?

Dick, wetly: yeah that's- that's what i think we need clarification on. Jason... Jason told you pokemon were real, and then...?

Damian: so i was around five years old, and had never played a video game before, and Todd came back from a mission with one of those handheld consoles and an old pokemon game loaded in.

Tim: what, and he told you it was real?

Damian: he told me it was based on reality and that it was just very rare to see pokemon in real life, especially in the area that the compound was in. to be fair i'd never left, so i had no way to confirm that or not.

Dick: still though, painting a snail got you to believe it?

Damian: it was- i-

*a sigh*

Damian: it was a fairly competent art project.

Jason: *starts laughing again*

Tim: see this is a hard one, because i don't know if he's laughing because of how proud he is that he did it, or because of how funny he finds his own lie. he makes shit up all the time.

Dick: this is genuinely a tough game, what the fuck. ok. how did this correlate with you coming to Gotham? i thought Talia sent you?

Damian: my mother gave me the option of going to Gotham to train with Batman, or to go into hiding with her and help during the league uprisings. i was unsure at the time because i had never met father before and didn't know what it would entail, but Todd obviously knew i would be safer coming to Gotham with him when he returned, so he took it upon himself to convince me to choose Batman.

Jason: *high pitched weeping*

Tim: see- SEE DAMIAN'S SMILING, i feel like he wouldn't find it funny if it was true, he'd just be angry that he'd ever fallen for it.

Damian: not necessarily. Todd has a very infectious laugh, i could just find his odd squeaking entertaining. you cannot base your answer on that.

Dick: so did you come to Gotham because he told you that there would be pokemon to see or something?

Damian: he told me that team rocket was active in Gotham, and that they were abusing pokemon. i have a fondness for animals, so obviously this angered me and i wanted to intercept.

Tim: it- *wheeze* it angered you-,

Jason: *silent gasps of laughter*

Dick: and what happened when- like, how did you find out he'd lied to you?

Damian: i figured it out on the boat to Gotham, about a day's journey away, and i was so infuriated that i pushed his motorcycle off the boat and sunk it. we were actually- it made us late, we were a day later than expected coming into Gotham because i sunk our ride from the boat to the city and we had to take public transport.

Dick: see but thats- like you told me before that the journey from the compound took two weeks, i can't imagine you being outside the compound for two whole weeks and not clocking that pokemon didn't exist in the real world.

Damian: i was busy with other things

Tim: bullshit, you literally said it was the reason you went!

*ping*

Bruce: apologies for the delay, i am three minutes out from your location. does anybody have any info on Red Hood? i've received reports that he may have been dosed with laughing gas. does he need backup?

Tim: he's fine, he's just an ass.

Jason, still struggling to breathe: ok- ok B's gonna ruin it now so i'm calling it. you have to choose, yay or nay?

Dick: THIS IS SO HARD!

Bruce: what's going on?

Tim: *groaning* god i so want it to be true... but i just don't buy the two week thing. i think you would have figured it out sooner.

Dick: i'm with Tim. i gotta go with nay. it's a lie.

Jason: *laughs slightly* *high pitched* alright, Damian. yay or nay, did this happen?

*silence*

Damian: *deep sigh* as much as i really wish it hadn't, this one was true. i did indeed, for a solid half a decade, believe that pokemon were real.

Dick: WHA-

Tim: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS-?!

Jason: *bursts out laughing again* *cheering*

Damian: i should have never agreed to play this game again.

Bruce: what on earth did i just come in on...?

[papayafromtv]

conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 8

Tim: Come onnnnnn Dames~

Damian: we're supposed to be on a stakeout.

Dick: wait sorry i had to mute for a fight, what are you two arguing about over there?

Jason: Tim wants to play league days again but Dami's being a little bitch about it.

Dick: OH MY GOD PLEASE LET ME PLAY TOO-

Damian: you are almost thirty years old, Richard. Jesus Christ.

Dick: *gasp* you can't age-shame me! i fuckin' raised you!

Tim: *cackles* for- for like six months!

Jason: yeah i have like five years on you goldie, don't try and steal my child.

Damian: if i play one round will you buy us food and drop it over at the stakeout base?

Tim: oooh, say yes say yes say yes-!

Dick: deal, bring it on.

Jason: fuck yes.

Damian: *huff* alright, it's loading a card.

Damian: *high pitched squeak*

Tim: oh god, what does that mean?

Damian, voice shaking slightly: 'when i was eight, Todd gave me 'the talk', except it turned out that neither his own parents nor father had ever given him the talk, and he had to sit in on when mother corrected everything he'd told me about a month later because he'd gotten it horribly wrong.'

Damian: discuss.

*silence*

*ping*

Tim, crying: did he just-

Dick: OK- *wheeze*

Tim: Jason just left the fucking line-

Dick: WELL I FEEL LIKE THAT JUST GAVE IT AWAY KINDA-

Tim: *shaky weeping* oh my god, holy-

Dick: *cackle* please, please on everything that is FUCKING holy,

Damian: are you even going to ask questions?

Tim: truth. it's a yay. i'm manifesting. give it to us. please.

Dick: *breathless wheezes* you can't- you have to just tell us, Dames come on,

*ping*

Jason: ok-

Damian: it's a yay, it happened.

Jason: FUCK.

*ping*

Dick and Tim: *burst out laughing*

Damian: i truly feel like that was his own fault.

Tim, delirious: god i'm so happy we figured out you were funny Damian, so happy.

[thebooo-merang]

Danny is a Rogue class in the new Nicktoons game Nicktoons & The Dice of Destiny! Wanted to doodle his rouge design!

[ellerial]

Love the 'Danny goes to live X place bc of needing ambient ecto to be a healthy boi', but I'm also a sucker for smart engineering Danny.

So, give this man an ecto-inhaler! Give him an ecto-patch like a nicotine patch! Give him an ecto-pump like an insulin pump for difficult battles!

His parents make weird things out of everyday objects, let Danny reforge medical accommodations to be ecto-support!

What I'm tryna say is, be free, Danny!

And not be stuck with getting shots cuz needles are bleh.

[kitkatlovr]

Okay this is totally random but this is as close to screaming from the rooftops as I can. I NEED a "two birds on a wire" animatic about Dickbin and Jaybin like, yesterday.

[saltymarshmall0w]

Danny Phantom & Billy Batson (Shazam/Captain Marvel)

I think this is the first time I've ever done a full setting/ background, particularly with two characters. There are flaws but I'm tirreedd

My favorite part is Danny's Backpack & Nasa sweater

[three-semicolons]

The universal constant of younger siblings doing whatever they can to annoy the snot out of the eldest. Alas. Look at their smug faces. They’re so proud.

Too proud.

[three-semicolons]

Okay first off: this t-shirt???? The fuck???

Also this artstyle is unironically so baby boy coded. No notes. Nor will I elaborate. Because honestly I don’t know what I mean by that but I know how I feel. And it feels right.